Storytelling. Fact and fiction. One word at a time.
David and I had our first market after roughly two years (thanks Covid-19) last night and it was quite successful. We didn't know what to expect. We didn't know if we still had what it took to pitch and snag those walking by into engaging with us. It is, after all, a bit of a... Continue Reading →
Last year, on my 52 birthday I made a list of 52 things I am grateful for. You can read about it here. Not so originally, this year I am making a list of 53 things I have learned in my life so far. There are way-way-way more than 53 things but for the sake... Continue Reading →
Stupid Internet! Don't believe everything you read! Don't be tethered to your digital device they say. Disconnect they say. Live in the moment they say. You'll be happier they say. Yeah, right, Mr. Internet Articles! I went for a long walk. You know those epic walks where you walk for so long that by the... Continue Reading →
Teaching has its ups and downs and sometimes the bounce between presenting, demonstrating, teaching and evaluating is intense. Yesterday was a long day and a good portion of it was spent in front of the computer. It was a giddy-up kind of day. Dave and I typically meet on Wednesdays but I was just too... Continue Reading →
I had lunch with a friend who is permanently moving to Ottawa with her husband for a career opportunity, a move closer to family and simply a change because it's time. As she reflected on her thirteen years in Regina, she admitted there were challenges but even the challenges made the experience of living here... Continue Reading →
My favorite season is summer. I appreciate the unique offerings of each season but I have, in the past, had a hard time letting my favorite season go. I saw a post recently that said "It's not officially fall until September 22 so sit your Happy Halloween, Sweater wearing, pumpkin spice latte drinking, scarf donning... Continue Reading →
I used to fight the idea of autumn all the way but what good is that? Resisting it is problematic to no one but myself. I realized that going into this season kicking and screaming does no good at all to me or my heart so in true miracle fashion (thank you Marianne Williamson) I've... Continue Reading →
I just finished reading The War of Art by Steven Pressfield and I had a couple of thoughts.First: "I'm doing alright based on what I read."Then: "Shit! I have a lot of work to do based on what I read." I do go to war regularly with Resistance for the sake of art. I often... Continue Reading →
Halfway through my Fine Arts Degree, a professor told an anecdotal story about an early experience he had selling his art. As young artists, we were curious about making money. Let's be honest no one wants to be a starving artist. I listened, hoping to take a nugget of information away that might possibly help... Continue Reading →
When I first started writing I wondered when I would call myself an author, officially. I'm completely serious. I wondered if I would wake up one day and say "Ta-da-I'm a writer." It didn't happen like that. According to a friend during a lazy morning conversation, the thing that makes one a professional writer is... Continue Reading →
Angie Counios 